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When the red mist clears.

There is always an element of 'red mist' at the start of any race, no matter how relaxed you tell yourself you are. Surrounded by other runners, you start to think tactics and plot your stellar performance as your heart beats louder and your stomach flips. It's less often that there is actual, literal red [...]

Brave, bruised… Me.

After about three years of only entering and running trail races, vowing that 'technical' routes were my nightmare, last weekend I found myself clinging to what I deemed a sheer rock face in Wales roughly halfway into a 50km mountain race. Was I practically frozen, unable in places to lift my left leg and needing [...]

Sound and Fury: The Hardmoors 160 Take Two.

You might think that when you win a huge race and you get a sword, a flippin' sword, as a prize that you would feel really happy. You might think that if that happened and you didn't feel happy, you were ungrateful and sour. That did happen to me a few weeks ago and, even [...]

Aren’t women brilliant?!

The Meredith Brooks song, ‘Bitch’ came on the radio twice in the last week while I was driving and I took it as a sign. International Women’s Day was looming and I felt compelled to prove the title of this blog. I don’t want to go down the rabbit hole of whether men or women [...]

A Lyke Wake up call

Yesterdays Lyke Wake Challenge wasn’t the worst run I have had, it certainly wasn’t the best, but it was one of the strangest. If you asked me why, I wouldn’t be able to explain coherently, all I know is it felt….blah. The Lyke Wake challenge/run/walk is well known in North Yorkshire almost as a rite […]

An hour in the life of an ultra runner.

After realising today that I hadn’t written a blog in a while – since last September! – I started wondering when I would next get the chance, for a race one at least. So rather than wander down Self Pity Street, I decided to pen an account of my latest running challenge. Like many running […]

Lessons learnt from My Little Friend.

Curled up in a ball, arms squeezing my stomach, stamping my feet on the floor like a toddler in a supermarket, trying not to shout: this was not the most promising start to my long run. Less than a mile in, and I was all set to turn around and go home. This might sound […]